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adventuringblind · 9 months

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Poison Needles

George Russell x Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort

Request: yes! I hope this gives you the comfort you need :)

Summary: reader had OCD and it presents in mostly extreme paranoia. When the intrusive thoughts take over at the Doctor, George is there to help.

Warnings: OCD, Doctors, intrusive thoughts, needles,

Notes: so I don’t have OCD but I hope I was able to do it justice. Also, George seems like the kind of guy to be very sweet in these scenarios.

Italics are for thoughts

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Doctors.

Evils creatures who’s entire purpose is to get in your personal space and tell you your problems.

Who’s to say it’s not them anyways.

Absolutely not.

Doctors are their to help.

Their job is to save not hurt.

But without humans getting sick then they have no job. No purpose.

You internally scream at the unwanted thoughts in your head, fighting the voice that is telling you lies. It’s exhausting. You can’t help but jump out of the car just to get it to go away.

The car that is taking you closer to the doctors.

It’s never going to end at this rate.

“What’s going on in the pretty head of yours?” Asks the tall Brit in the drivers seat.

“Nothing.”

Maybe he’s also trying to poison you.

It’s for my own good.

If it’s good why does it hurt so much?

“I’ve been with you long enough to know when your struggling.”

“What if they try to kill me?” You look at him. Your hands shaking with anxiety now. The urge to escape getting worse.

“I’ll hurt anyone who tries.” He glances at you for a brief moment and send you a charming smile. “Want me to hold your hand?”

His hand in yours stops you from trying to jump out of that car.

Not that it would matter because then you’d just end up at the hospital anyways.

The waiting is going to kill you.

That’s the doctors job.

Your foot is tapping a hole into the floor and your mind is telling you to run out the door and never look back. But George is still holding your hand. He’s sitting right next to you using his thumb to rub circles on it.

The tears start as soon as the doctor comes in with the IV kit. Your body tries to lurch from the seat but George was prepared. As always.

The needle is sealed is can’t be poisoned.

Maybe it’s not the needle. Maybe it’s in the disinfectant.

“Hey, look at me, I won’t let anyone hurt you.” George’s calming voice sounds like it’s being drowned out, but it’s there.

“It’s the disinfectant, it’s going to poison me and the needle will push it in my skin.” Your whole body is squirming now. You can see the doctors mouth moving but there is no sound.

The doctor locks the front of the chair in place. Another evil tool. It’s supposed to make sure you don’t fall out of it if you pass out, it really it’s to prevent your escape.

George sets himself in front of you, making it so you can only focus on him. “I promise when your done I will take you out for whatever comfort food you want, but you have to give the doctor your arm first.”

You rapidly shake your head no. Silently pleading with him to not let the doctor touch you.

“Is there anyway I can do this first?” George turns his attention to the doctor.

You watch as George lets the doctor get everything ready. Not a blood draw, just some fluids. To show you that he won’t let anything happen.

He’s going to die.

Your going to let him die.

Your sobbing now. He’s still holding your hand and reassuring you as the needle slide into his skin and hits his vain. The fluids leaving the tube and push into his skin.

Then it’s over. Your thoughts are screaming as the doctor finishes and leaves to get a new kit.

“See, I’m okay. I promised to always protect you, and that applies to the doctors also."

The doctor cones back in, and you take a deep breath. Your free hand clings to George while the doctor sets things up.

It feels like forever in your head when, in reality, it was less than a minute.

The doctor gets the blood samples and the leaves to give you and George a minute to calm down.

"How are you feeling?"

"Alive."

"That good." He smiles, running his fingers through your hair as you slump in exhaustion. "Do you want comfort food?"

You nod your head, yes. Words are too difficult, and your mind still feels like it's reeling.

It's not until you get out of the doctor's that you can finally breathe. And you only let yourself relax when the building is out of eyesight.

"Thank you, for getting me through that."

"You're stronger than you think, love. Fighting your own mind must be so difficult."

"It gets harder sometimes and today was one of those days."

"Well, I promised I'd help you through it, and I always will."

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palfriendpatine66 · 3 months

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Making of Monday

This week I offer up a deleted scene from Pining in Preschool chapter 30, where Obi-Wan and Anakin come back home again after reconciling at Qui-Gon’s after their big fight.

I had a major habit of throwing SO MUCH into every chapter of PiP. Part of it was I did want them going through a lot, it was what pushed them to work through their collective baggage to arrive in a much better place. BUT a lot of it was I was new to writing and figuring out pacing and crammed in a ton, worried about showing the downtimes when big things weren’t happening.

This scene got cut because it was leading to Anakin being sick - he was going to wake up in the morning super sick and Obi-Wan was going to take care of the kids and take care of everything work on rebuilding trust and showing the kids he wasn’t going anywhere.

Too much.

[edited to add: ALSO I can’t really remember but I think i had previously cut or at least significantly reduced the interaction between Anakin and Quin when he asked him to come take care of Boga so he and the kids could flee the Obi-Wanless house go camping for a few days]

I instead ended chapter 30 on a positive note at Qui-Gon’s cabin, and then had chapter 31 be the family camping trip where they have family time and solid communication and rebuild that trust all together.

Read below the cut for the deleted scene

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Luke’s head rolls to the side as Anakin lifts him from his car seat. Both twins had fallen asleep on the ride home shortly after leaving Qui-Gon’s cabin in the woods, as soon as they were convinced that Obi-Wan was coming as well. He arrives to ease Leia into his arms, snoring softly.

“What is Quinlan doing here?” Obi-Wan sounds mystified as he eyes the extra car in the driveway as they pass by.

“Oh, I asked him to stop by and feed Boga while we were camping.” Anakin grunts as he shifts Luke to one side to open the door. From the entryway they can just see Quin sprawled on the floor with the ginger tabby kneading his stomach. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you,” he calls out.

“Excuse me for spending a couple minutes looking after this precious thing, like you asked.” Quin rolls his eyes as he stands. “You look like shit, Obes,” he frowns as he looks him over. “Uhhh you too, kid. Is everything -”

“I don’t think we like camping,” Anakin mumbles in his direction. Now that he’s home everything must be catching up to him, he feels leaden as he moves to take Leia from Obi-Wan. “Take your time and hang with Quin if you want, inspect the damage. I’ll put these guys down and then pass out myself. I’m dead tired.”

“I’ll bring her up first,” Obi-Wan attempts to protest, but Anakin ignores him and shifts her out of his arms with ease of practice. “I don’t know how you do that,” Obi-Wan smiles softly as he watches him adjust one child on each hip and move to the stairs.

“It’s my workout. Got to maintain my dad bod,” Anakin purses his lips in an air kiss as he walks away.

“Oh love, you do not have a dad bod,” Obi-Wan corrects, mostly to himself. Quinlan snorts and scoops up the cat as he plops down on the couch with a scrutinizing look. “Go on then,” Obi-Wan sighs, sinking down with exhaustion. “Get on with it.” He figures he’d rather just get the inquisition over with, he wants to get upstairs to bed. To Anakin.

“Come on Obes, don’t be like that. You look like you’ve been on a bender.”

“I was not,” Obi-Wan snaps, his eyes flashing. “And I’m alright, Quinlan, just exhausted. Thank you for looking in on Boga.”

Quin narrows his eyes. “Why did he ask me?”

“Hmm?” Obi-Wan asks distractedly as Boga lands in his lap and he pets her absently behind the ears glancing wistfully at the stairway.

“Why did your boy toy, who avoids contact with me at all costs, craft a cryptic message worthy of the CIA to ask me to take care of your cat? It’s not like you to take off on an unplanned camping trip. And you just returned in separate vehicles looking like you’ve come home from war. ”

Obi-Wan holds the cat to his chest gently in stark contrast to the rock hard stare he turns onto Quinlan. “He is NOT my boy toy.” He grits his teeth and seems unwilling to address the rest of his friend’s astute observations.

Quin seems to pick up as much and softens his stance. “I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“Yes! Your concern is noted, but I can take care of myself, thank you. Secondly, I am fine. Just very tired at the moment.”

“Okay, okay, I can take a hint,” Quin rolls his eyes as he makes for the door.

Obi-Wan snorts in disagreement. “That would be a first” and

“That reminds me: I’m pretty sure you guys owe me a favor now so I’ll let you know when I’m ready to cash in on that: I have a couple of ideas in mind -“

“Goodnight, Quinlan!” Obi-Wan shoves him toward the door without any heat behind it. He’s just glad he can finally head upstairs to join Anakin. He doubts he would have slept very well the last few nights by himself, even if it hadn’t been for the mess of emotions that was absolutely impossible to keep at bay in the quiet of night; he’s become too used to sleeping with the weight of Anakin in his arms, snoring lightly into his chest.

Boga leaps out of his arms when he peeks into Leia’s room, a relief because he doesn’t know that Anakin would tolerate anything coming in between the two of them in bed this evening. He spends a few minutes lingering in each room, readjusting blankets and watching the rise and fall of chests through peaceful rest.

He’s overwhelmed with the realization that he could have lost this. All of this. He’s not sure at what point after seeing Anakin breathless and on his knees at Rex’s garage, red faced and stammering and perfectly disheveled, he started to imagine a future where he might not just find love but a whole family.

He can’t resist the pull of Anakin any longer. He enters the bedroom and immediately wraps the younger man in his arms. It would seem Anakin had face planted onto the bed directly after his shower, his hair and upper body soaking Obi-Wan’s clothes, his hips still wrapped in a towel. “Ugh, love, you didn’t dry off. You’ll get the pillows wet.” Obi-Wan complains without moving away, in fact, he hugs the wet body to his side even tighter.

“Too tired,” Anakin mumbles into the mattress. He lets out a small whine of protest, still unmoving, when Obi-Wan presses a chaste kiss to a damp shoulder and eases off the bed. He returns only moments later with sleep pants, which he maneuvers onto a supremely unhelpful Anakin after freeing him of the towel and gently patting him dry.

“I try to avoid saying this as a matter of policy, but Quinlan was right. You look terrible,” Obi-Wan murmurs, taking in the bags under Anakin’s eyes as he rolls him onto the pillow. Anakin spares a critical glance that lets Obi-Wan know he hasn’t missed the swollen eyes, gaunt cheeks, and unkempt hair and beard on the face looking down with him in concern.

“ ‘M better already,” Anakin slurs sleepily, and Obi-Wan didn’t think his heart could melt any further until an arm reached up for him. “Hold me tonight?” There isn’t a single night that Anakin doesn’t end up chasing Obi-Wan across any space that manages to move between them during the night, closing the distance and tangling their bodies together even in his sleep, but the request is endearing and Obi-Wan is happy to oblige.

#making of Monday #MoMday #pining in preschool #pining for life #deleted scene #writing process

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thedurvin · 1 year

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Re: Transformers’ accents

Watching the original Transformers cartoon a lot while sick and I’ve noticed some weird things about their accents; I mean yeah it’s weird enough that some of the alien car robots are Australian or Bostonian or whatever, but it’s also pretty consistent:

Regional American accents are always good (Cliffjumper’s bad cowboy accent, Powerglide working class New England, Beachcomber’s stupid hippie impression, Tracks and his “Larchmont lockjaw” which is apparently what that rich guy accent is called, Blaster and Jazz both using what I’m sure the writers thought was authentic 80s AAVE)

Full American and full English can go either way, but Mid-Atlantic accents are always evil. Also I’m sad that later shows drop them from Megatron and Starscream because they really were great. “Megachrawn has beeen defeated and now I, Stahhscream, shall be the nyew leadah!” Great stuff.

Any Decepticons that aren’t English or standard American have like that generic “bad guy” accent that I think is a mutation of low-class mid-century New York but is definitely it’s own thing, that “sure thing, bawss, you want we should kick some aft!”

Outback the Autobot is the only Transformer from either side to have an accent from outside America or England. No Canadian snowmobile Transformers, none with bad European accents, I haven’t even heard that old sci-fi cliche of a Scottish engineer. They also mostly avoided celebrity impressions besides Tracks’ Mr Howell and Shockwave’s David Warner. This seemed surprising since I know there were only a couple guys doing a lot of these voices and they used accents to distinguish between them, but they really left a lot on the table

Might have to watch some of the original GI Joe and see if the same rules apply there

#transformers #fascinating to all I’m sure

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horsetailcurlers2 · 2 months

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YET ANOTHER long and obnoxious stream of my thoughts while watching grey’s anatomy for the first time (season FIFTEEN, bc i’m actually not sick of these yet)

-i don’t like this whole “she’s not really your sister” thing. like, it’s played for comedic effect and teddy is clearly just hormonal and panicking so whatever but i don’t like that.

-i don’t want to rehash owen x amelia. yawn. nor do i want to rehash owen x teddy. yawner.

-i like that we’re getting a *little* deeper into helms crush on meredith and that it’s not just comic relief

-why are there no doctors above the age of 45 in this entire hospital besides richard? they’re all so pretty, but at what cost?

-something is going to happen to this pregnant nurse… there’s a lot of focus on her out of the blue

-i love that almost this entire intern class is at least mildly gay

-bailey is pissing me off

-ted mosby!!! he looks a little slovenly for a date tbh. not to sound judgmental but like, she’s all dressed up and he isn’t.

-this guy is way chiller than ted mosby. i like this for her. i hope it doesn’t turn out really bad but i know it probably will

-is it worth it to watch station 19?? i kind of don’t want to tbh

-i forgot teddy was in new york until her friend passed in 9/11. i’m imagining an au in which teddy and addison knew each other in NYC in the 90s bc i think they should’ve interacted more

-the undiagnosable stomach issue is so clearly this patient’s suspicious heirloom lunch pail. like, duh.

-okay well i was wrong about that and now i’m embarrassed that i predicted that with such smug sureness and authority.

-playing “chasing cars” in spanish for the día de los muertos episode is an interesting choice. i think i like it??

-nurse debbie!!!! it’s been a while

-okay nvm that is NOT nurse debbie. they just have the same bangs

-everyone gets to have a tumor on this show. YOU get a tumor! YOU get a tumor!! and YOU get a tumor!!!

-richard no :(

-RICHARD, NO >:(

-as much as i hate the owen/amelia dynamic, i really LOVE this whole amelia and betty thing

-i DO NOT like meredith/deluca

-the only relationship that doesn’t completely bore or frustrate me right now is alex/jo but even then, they’re just kind of there, yk?

-i love that meredith has one format of outfit that she likes and that works for her and she sticks to it. relatable AF.

-why didn’t miranda just have a conversation with ben before she sprung the separation on him? he would have been more than understanding i think

-i really like teddy and koracick actually

-i’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop with betty :(

-did they change out writers and/or show runners?? the writing feels… cheesier almost? or maybe just like the emotional beats are less earned? i mean it’s always been delightfully soapy but it’s just different these past couple of seasons and i can’t put my finger on it

-betty/britney’s mom is baby from dirty dancing?????!!!!!

-alex just straight up not being able to understand the scottish accents is so fucking funny.

-i love it when bokhee has lines

-“it’s a real fire!!” alex, gleefully and wrapped in a homemade knit scarf while indoors

-richards reaction to they/them pronouns is very interesting and i think it’s definitely an accurate portrayal of how even the generally accepting and well meaning older people can sometimes struggle with that kind of stuff. like, he’s not trying to be ignorant or rude he’s just genuinely perplexed. “the world moves fast and i’m just trying to keep up”

-i SWEAR TO GOD if teddy gets back with owen instead of staying with tom i will start hitting things

-“you suffered for years bc of my brother so you should totally get together and move in with him”- megan hunt in a wig that’s almost as terrible as her advice

-nancy!!!

-the shepherd family dynamic is so interesting to me because we’ve heard about it from two different perspectives over the years (derek’s and things amelia has said mostly in PP) and what we’ve seen of them is mostly from derek and meredith’s perspective in which they seem nice if a bit overbearing.

-okay jeez kathleen is a piece of work. i’ve always liked nancy even though she is “mcbitchy”. i also can’t help but to think about how addison fit into all of this when she and derek were married lol.

-has amelia ever told her family about christopher?

-stop trying to push owen and teddy on me!!!! i hate it!!

-that is insurance fraud babe. is there not a way for them to do it pro bono or something??

-okay i can sense that teddy and owen is going to happen so i will not make any more notes about it bc all i have to say about it is some variation of “no! i hate it!”

-okay i lied because the way teddy is going about it makes me deeply upset. poor tom. also “he makes me laugh and feel safe but i don’t feel rage or passion or ecstasy” ????? i should hope you don’t feel rage??? owen hunt makes me enraged too but that doesn’t mean i want to kiss him on the mouth!!! jesus christ. just fuck tom i guess, right?

-WOAH. i was not vibing with merluca but he’s willing to go to prison for her??!!!

-there’s no way they’re really fired . meredith owns a good chunk of the hospital still, right??? not to mention there’s maybe three characters on this show that *haven’t* committed crimes/major ethical violations.

-i’ve been beefing with jackson for a few seasons now tbh

#greys anatomy #meredith grey #andrew deluca #teddy altman #guys im nearing the end of my rope w this show lmao #unless they can really hook me on new characters or something #especially. bc i’ve got spoilers about something that happens next season #taryn helm u are so real #meredith sweetheart please stop committing crimes i am begging you on my knees #maybe i will stick around until addison cameos that i know come later #these are all tagged under #greys reactions

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stayatiny · 11 months

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My Love ~Part 1

(Gif made by me)

Rockstar vampire Changbin x Fem!reader

Chapter warnings - Blood drinking, mentions/consumption of alcohol

“Oh, shoot Binnie did I wake you,” I ask turning down the music. He smiled before wiping his face with his towel.

“No you didn’t. I’ve been up for a little while. I just got cleaned up.” I should have noticed since his hair was still wet.

“Oh yeah I kinda forgot that you have a show tonight.” I scratched the back of my head then turned off the radio completely. Changbin, my roommate and best friend, is a big time rockstar. He just released a new single so now he’s doing shows almost every night. He smirked and put on his t-shirt over his tank top.

“I don’t know how you forgot. Although you’ve been out till three in the morning, I guess it slipped your mind.” Is…is that saltiness?

“I’m sorry that I was out studying, Changbin. But I do have to get a normal person job. I’m not talented like you are.” He grumbled something inaudible.

“You know that you don’t have to get a job right away. I told you that when you moved in. I mostly have you here because I need someone to watch the house when I’m gone also with your parents living across the world, I know that you would be safe here. Besides that, I make enough for the both of us and I like having you here. You’re my best friend.” I chewed on the inside of my lip while he spoke. He’s told me this a dozen times, but I still don’t like it.

“I don’t want to freeload off you just because you have money and a place to stay. But maybe you’re right maybe I should take a small break from studying. I already passed my tests, so I guess I take a little bit of a break.” He smiles then hugs me. I nuzzle into his chest.

“So, I take it you’re going to go to the show with me?” I nodded before running off to my room to get ready. I didn’t choose anything off the wall. I wore a worn-out t-shirt and a black pair of skinny jeans and boots. I hardly ever went out with Changbin so tonight is gonna be fun.

He parked his car but before getting out he grabbed my hand.

“Before we go in, I do want to let you know that Felix is going to be here tonight. I wanted to tell you that he really likes you but if makes you feel uncomfortable, please tell me.” I knew this but it never seemed to bother me just Changbin. I nodded and got out of the car while he got his guitar. I grabbed his bag with all his other stuff like his in ears and extra guitar strings. I grabbed the back of his shirt as we crossed the street to the venue.

“Thank you for grabbing my bag for me, Y/N.” I smiled and handed it to him. I headed back with him to the back as he gave me his backstage pass.

“Here you’ll need this of course. I don’t really need it since it’s my show.” I put on the lanyard before pulling my jacket tighter around me. I soon feel another jacket around me. I look up to Binnie putting his jacket on my shoulders.

“Here, I don’t need you getting sick.” I smiled as he unzipped the guitar case. I watched him carefully like he was going to vanish. I pulled out my phone to take a picture of him.

“Changbin, are you here?” I hear Felix from the hallway.

“Yeah, I’m in here.” Felix came in looking at Changbin instantly. I look over to Changbin too. I was mesmerized by him.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up.” That’s when Felix noticed me. He plopped down on the couch with me. He lazily put his arm behind the couch. I scoot away from him a little bit to get some space. I liked Felix but he was a little too clingy for my liking. Felix was a fellow guitarist like Changbin.

“You know I’m always late and I had a ride along with me tonight. So, I had to wait on her to get ready too not that I’m complaining.” Changbin changed out of his t-shirt revealing the bulging arm muscles underneath. It got hot in here suddenly. Damn.

“Come on we got sound check. You coming Y/N?” I nodded hoping up from the couch tailing Changbin to the stage. I stayed at the edge of the curtains. I smiled at him as he got everything ready to go. He test played a few song with the sound guys before handing off his guitar to one of the guys. He wrapped his arm around my back. It was silent before my stomach growled. He laughed before taking out his phone.

“Let’s get you something to eat before the show. I don’t want you to be hungry during the show.” Changbin always cared for me even when he was at a show or in the studio.

“You know, Binnie. We didn’t have to go to a real restaurant to eat. Fast food would have been just fine.” I smiled watching her eat. I know that she was starving I could hear her stomach growling from a mile away.

“I know that but since you’ve been so busy with school, and I’ve been busy too. I thought having a real meal was in order for the both of us.” I took a bite while she stared at me. I could hear her heart beating. I’m a vampire. About five years ago, I was turned while walking home. I’ve known her since we were kids. I don’t know if she’s ever noticed the change. I just hope she never does.

“I guess you have a point I’m gonna miss you when you go on tour.” I can sense her heart beating quicker. She didn’t like it when I left. I laid down my fork.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” Y/N stayed silent before nodding. Her being busy with school will keep her mind off things.

“Let’s finish eating and head back the show’s gonna start soon.” She smiles once again.

Our show over we all head to a local bar for celebration. Y/N was drinking water, volunteering to be the designated driver. I kept an eye on her as Felix got closer to her. Even with a few shots in my system I had to keep her safe. I made a promise to her parents that I would.

“Come on, Y/N, dance with me.” She laughs as he tries to pull on her hands. Y/N refuses and he still insists on it until she finally gave in. I watched him closely. He grabs her waist pulling her close to him, laughing loudly. Anger and jealousy filling my veins. My inhuman strength crushing the empty beer can in my hand to nothing more than a crumpled mess. I threw the can onto the table grabbing my jacket. I stomped over to the dance floor grabbing Y/N by her arm. I drag her away from Felix. She’s trying to stop me. We made it out to the alley when I pushed her against the rough brick wall. Nothing stopped me from kissing her then. All the years or watching over her. My love took over. I needed her to be mine. She kisses back putting her hands into my hair.

“Binnie, what are you doing?” Her heart was racing so fast. I could smell the confusion and a hint of lust. She didn’t stop me from kissing her cheek then her neck. I know I should have stopped but nothing could have stopped me from what I was about to do.

“Binnie stop,” she whined. I held her tight to my body as I bared my fangs right before burying them in her neck. She gasped, grabbing at my shirt and hair trying to stop me. I feel her relax against me hearing her heart relax. I pulled away to see her face pale and in shock. Shit.

“Binnie?” I whimpered. I held my neck, feeling lightheaded. He pressed his hand on top of mine, not saying anything to me. His eyes blood red and almost glowing.

“You’re a vampire?” I couldn’t process anything at all. He hushed me as he looked at my neck.

“Shh you’re not bleeding anymore. Don’t be afraid of me I didn’t mean to bite you, Y/N.” I didn’t know what to say to him. I wasn’t scared of him I was sad actually…that he had to deal with this all alone.

“I’ll never be afraid of you Changbin.” I lean back on the wall behind me. Changbin grabs me again, he holds me right against him.

“Let’s get you home. I need to bandage your neck.” I nodded, letting him help get to his car. He opened the door, then placed me in the car.

“How long?” He stood up and paused. He bit the inside of his lip before answering.

“It’s been about five years or so since that night. I don’t know who it was that turned me, and I’ll more than likely never know.” He got quiet again. I can tell he didn’t want to talk about it. He shut the car door and got into the driver’s seat. I laid my head back against the head rest tired and weak feeling from the loss of blood.

“Close your eyes for a little while. We’ll be home soon.” I hear the car start up and pull out onto the road. I know that he hadn’t had much to drink like Felix did, which is why he pulled me out onto the dance floor. I lost track of time until we got to our apartment. I hear the car door open then shut. I open my eyes to see Changbin pulling on the handle of the door. The brisk night air hitting my covered legs still sent a chill down my spine.

“Y/N, we’re home. I’m gonna carry you inside.” I nodded, finally opening my eyes, and unbuckling my seatbelt. Changbin wraps my arms around his neck and shoulders as he carried me like a child into the building. I snuggled into his neck breathing in the remains of his cologne. I squeezed my legs harder around his waist so he wouldn’t drop me like he has before.

“I won’t let you fall.” He kisses the side of my head before patting my butt softly. I hear the faint beeping of the keypad on our door. He kissed the side of my head before heading inside. He kicked off his shoes at the door and then set me down so that I could do the same.

“Stay here let me get the first aid kit. Don’t move without me here. I don’t want you falling and getting hurt.” I nodded as I sat on the step, so I didn’t fall over. I slid off my boots and waited patiently for Changbin to return. I heard him walk across the wood floor back to me. He helped me up and took me over to our bathroom. I pulled myself onto the counter while he took out gauze and some cotton balls. Changbin poured some rubbing alcohol on to the cotton balls then moved my hair out of the way. It was unusually quiet between the two of us. We always had something to talk about but for once we didn’t know what to say to each other. He took a deep breath before opening his mouth.

“This is gonna sting some,” he says raising the soaked cotton to my neck. I grabbed his black shirt for something to grip on to. It stung like a bitch. I jerked back a little before straightening back up. He put two bandages over the puncture holes then covered those with a gauze covering. We stayed quiet for a little longer until I spoke up. I didn’t know if we should talk about this or just get some rest. I could tell that he didn’t want to talk about this yet and the fact that he was worried about me didn’t help.

“Were you going to ever tell me?” He hung his head before speaking.

“I wanted to, but I could never find the words or even the best way to tell you. I didn’t know that this would be the way that you would find out. I’m sorry.” He turned to throw the used cotton balls away before I grabbed his hand, making him look back at me. I knew deep down that I loved him and I always have.

“Binnie, I love you.”

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids au #changbin #stray kids fic

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antlerx-art · 9 months

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GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 3 REACTION - CONTAINS SPOILERS‼️

ok so the resurrectionist minisode is in here

jim’s mug

nina my girl silence that damn phone at work

wait IS SHE THE WOMAN WITH THE JAUNTY HAT?

THE SCENE! THE CLIP! FINALLY!

but if aziraphale had already talked to muriel why does it seem like they don’t actually know each other? or do they both know it’s an act?

WHAT NO WAY WE WERE ALL WRONG THE WHOLE TIME? we were so sure crowley was moving to the bookshop but he’s actually just taking out the plants to let aziraphale use the car😭 nooo let me stay delusional

HES LEANINGGG HES GONNA SIT THERE WITH AZIRAPHALE AAHH HE DID IT

no okay muriel is trying to keep the disguise but aziraphale and crowley know they’re an angel, just maybe aziraphale didn’t really know them that well in the past

“word with you angel, in private” I’LL FINALLY KNOW WHAT THE WORD IN PRIVATE IS

THEY/THEM PRONOUNS FOR MURIEL YES!!!!!!!!!

aziraphale’s got used to lying to heaven huh

“one fabulous kiss and we’re good, i have a plan” yeah 🙂

AZIRAPHALE DRIVING THE BENTLEYYY

intro 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻🕺🏻

watching the intro more carefully my guess is that we’re going to see the gabriel statue thing here

“Ay Zed Fell”

THIS IS THE DIARYYY THE CONFIDENTIAL JOURNAL watch as aziraphale uses a pink glittery pen to write Crowley

and it’s in the past!!!! minisode incoming

“DEAR DIARY” he’s such an high school girlie

AZIRAPHALE WRITING ABOUT HIS DATE WITH CROWLEY AHHHH ripping my hair off

yup as i said statue of gabriel here

crowley is so she/her in this minisode

“that’s lunacy” / “no, that’s ineffable” HAH

classical music in the bentley is a crime aziraphale

“angel, WOT are you doing.”

HE CAN FEEL WHEN HE DRIVES THE BENTLEY UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT LMAOO

NO WAY IT’S YELLOW I CANT BREATHEHEEE

“change it back😠” / “but it’s pretty☹️”

CROWLEY THREATENING TO GIVE BOOKS AWAY i’m sure i’ve seen people drawing a scene like this in some comic i love this show

OOOHHH AZIRAPHALES FACE WHEN HE SPEEDS UP IM SICK

what the heck is in the background are those?? TARTAN MOUNTAINS?

is that furfur? no wait prime video says “demon josh” 👍🏻

crowley and gabriel scene I KNOWW ITS GONNA BE FUNNY

the fly is beelzebub IT HAS TO BE

“vavoom” is the new “wahoo”

jim looks so focused but there’s not one (1) single thought behind those eyes

stop making david tennant say he’s a doctor

AHH aziraphale still can’t drink here

bro you messed up restore that dead body rn

DETECTIVE AZIRAPHALE WITH THE HAT

i think gabriel was with beelzebub

NOO whats happening poor girl

so she was sick already

CROWLEYS HAND

what’s Laudanum Poison

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO CROWLEY HELP😭 is it that thing he drank 😭😭😭😭

where did he go

HES LITTLE OMG WHYYY HES SO TINY if aziraphale puts crowley in his pocket i’ll be dead

alice in wonderland crowley

BIG TALL WOMAN 😍😍 if crowley puts aziraphale in his pocket i’ll be dead

oh this is the part where they mention kwording yourself

i’ll need to rewatch this whole thing it’s so chaotic

OH. MY. GOD.

THE WAY AZIRAPHALE IS TRYING TO STEADY HIMM

THE HAND AROUND HIS ARM AND WAIST IM SO WEAK I CANT DO IT I CANT THEYRE A COUPLE IM NOT OKAY

THEY’RE SOOO CLOSE

if hell noticed you’d already be WHAT crowley

oop he fell (lol)

ahhh this is the meme template scene

“mostly i just use it for twitter” damn bro same

“and grindr” damn bro NOT same

aziraphale is my grandpa using a computer for the first time thinking he has to talk to it BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS??

jim is about to remember stuff

“mm good job” / “oh, do you really think so?” i’m fine i’m completely okay

aziraphale’s relief after crowley says he hasn’t sold books 😭 also crowley being in charge of the bookshop because aziraphale asked even if he had said to nina “not even at gunpoint”

in company 🫵🏻with beelzebub!!!!!!🫵🏻

“and twitter and grindr whatever they happen to be” H E L P.

THE LITTLE HAT THING AND THE LITTLE LAUGH AND HIS FACE I LOVE AZIRAPHALE SOOOOO MUCH

RAINY RAIN!

she wasn’t having an affair but she felt like it

ARE NINA AND MAGGIE GONNA KISS RIGHT NOW?

CROWLEY I KNOW YOU LIKE ROMANCE

nah i should’ve expected this 😔🙏

OHHHHHHHH jim is spilling the tea

hi shax 😄

VERY CLOSED

NO CROWLEY DONT LEAVE THE BOOKSHOP something’s gonna happen to him NOO IM NOT READYYYY

oh i thought shax was gonna see jim but there’s the miracle i forgot about that

anyway jim is obsessed with books falling and gravity i think it means something

WAR ON AZIRAPHALE?

OH MY GOD PROTECTIVE CROWLEY

“it’s always too late” i’m sick S I C K

i need to recover but i can’t wait to see the 1941 scenes

anyway so far i like how even though this season is very quiet gentle romantic and love centered, it’s not that different from season one, i noticed how well the plot and the romantic moments are mixed together and it’s not really just aziracrow

tagging @neil-gaiman since he said he was interested in reading live reactions

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #good omens season two spoilers #gos2 spoilers #gos2spoilers #go2 spoilers #gos2 #gos2 reaction #spoilers

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morningstarvalerio · 8 months

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You don’t have to read this, but I had to write it.

I really can’t believe the current reality I’m living through. Today especially did not feel real. The rain helped, maybe even the fact that my mom forgot the gallon of milk she bought yesterday in the car until today.

Housing my mom and youngest sister for the week till we recover from being ill is going to be weird. If you told me three weeks ago this would be happening I wouldn’t have believed it. Mostly because we weren’t on talking terms with each other since early March.

Moving back to the Antelope Valley will be weirder, but we’ll get there when we get there.

I can’t wait till Saturday. I can’t wait to see my grandma. I think today was the first day from all of this that it really occurred to me how scared she must be - through confusion and dizziness that I can only compare to being extremely drunk and high. She must be so scared.

They said I can stay over night with her at the hospital on Saturday which is great. I haven’t seen her once since she made it back to America. I miss her and I miss our conversations. But … they’re saying she can’t really talk. Two words is a lot for her.

I keep fantasizing that when I get to her hospital room she’ll remember every single word and that she’ll tell me about the months she just spent back home, she’ll tell me old stories about El Salvador - the kind you forget till you get brought back to the scene of the crime and then she’ll ask me the dreaded question; whether or not I have a boyfriend currently.

But I know it probably won’t play out like that, though I have a little hope that it might still.

One time when I was a little girl I asked the universe to show me how powerful I was - that if I was powerful the next day it would rain. It didn’t. The next day it snowed.

I’m from Southern California and it hardly ever snows in the high desert. Less than that it hardly ever sticks, but this time it did. It snowed for one perfect day and to this day the locals still talk about that one time it snowed so hard that it stuck. I would always smile thinking it was me.

The next time it began to snow like that I sat by the window of my grandmother’s house and watched snowflakes come down. I focused really hard and the snow became thicker, in certain areas it began to stick. But my grandma was getting really sick. I decided that I would let go of the snow and I would focus on her instead. I asked her if she trusted me and she said okay. I closed my eyes and put my twelve year old hands over her and focused. She was better the next day.

I didn’t get any credit from her and that was okay. I didn’t expect to. Heck even to this day I know I’m a little nuts, but I did rejoice thinking I helped in some way.

At 27 I keep thinking maybe I can do it again. Hold my hands over her and focus. Make whatever this is go away, because if I can’t and she doesn’t get better - I don’t think I’m ready for worse case scenario. I want the old stories, the ice down my back as a prank, me crying to her and feeling safe about it, sitting at her feet while she lectures me about finances and Christianity, talking about boyfriends and mothers, helping her get dressed, and pupusas. This doesn’t feel fair. Even if she recovers she may not be the same and how was I supposed to know the last time we did all our favorite things was the last time we’d be doing it as the Gemini twins?

I was born the day before her birthday. She told me that she was very excited that the clock would reach midnight before my cranium reached outside my mother. That we’d share a birthday. It didn’t happen by three hours, but many times we still shared a cake or a celebration. I have loved her. She has been one of my best companions growing up.

She gave the doctors her name incorrectly. Her maiden name that hasn’t been her name for five decades now. I’m scared she won’t remember me or worse - I’m scared she’ll think I’m my mom, but younger when they didn’t get along.

More than that though I hope she’s not in a lot of pain, I hope my aunts that have been able to stay with her have made her feel safe and loved. Listening to my mom and her siblings make decisions about what they need to do next is exhausting and I dread the day when it becomes mine and my sisters’ turn. If you read this all the way through I do welcome good energy and prayers. Thanks.

#gemini twins

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dudadragneel · 1 year

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Okay so for me I was actually always emetophobic, and I hated being around people who were sick and it gave me anxiety IRL. But at the same time, whenever I read books or watched films where a character was throwing up it was always appealing to me and I liked the thought of them showing that vulnerability to the person who would inevitably take care of them. Maybe it’s the thought that they’re just losing control and can’t help it?? & for me because I’m a girl and I’m straight I prefer it when it’s the guy and his gf takes care of him🥹 what about you? Also what are your fav emeto theme tropes

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Hello again 🧶!

Are we twins? Connected somehow? It's basically the same for me!

I think one of my first experiences was watching American Dragon : Jake Long.

There's an episode where I'm sure he gets sick after going in an amusement park ride and I remember I LOVED that episode.

And from then whenever there was an emeto scene in the cartoons or anime I watched I always felt something. But it was only when I was on my late 10s that I discovered about emeto, and finding out that there are other people who also enjoy this kind of stuff, made me happy!

So nowadays, emeto scenes in general, in movies, dramas, anime and pranks always gives me major butterflies in my stomach!!

I also only enjoy male emeto! I dont know why, maybe because boys in general try to look tough (sorry for being so stereotypical), so the idea of them lowering their guard makes me feel 🤌. I enjoy the idea of both girlfriend and male friends helping them while they're getting sick! But if I had to pick, I particularly like the idea of the male friends helping them out, maybe because I think it's cute when boys are affectionate torwards each other (and we see a lot of that in kpoo groups, and I think that's awesome, being so at ease to show affection the way they do).

As for my favorite tropes...🤔 I think I really like when the sickie starts feeling bad slowly, like, their face expression changes, they stop talking so much and grow quiet. Their friends or girlfriend notice and asks what's wrong and I like both the idea of them trying to be tough at the beginning or just admitting they're not feeling well! I think I said this before but the holding hands thing is somsthing that sents me 🤌 them seeking out for physical touch for comfort is one of my favorites! Also, the patting the back to help the sickie is absolute chef's kiss 🤌🤌🤌

Oh! I also really enjoy the school scenario, of running out of class to be sick and the friends following after them! During car rides as well, the sentences "Pull over", "I think I'm gonna be sick, stop the car" are my favorites! During a meal, as they eat their stomach start to feel funny and they politely excuse themselves to go the bathroom. Or, for kpop idols, getting sick at a concert or something like that (actually I have something like this in the oven 👀👀)

I think that's mostly it!!!

#emeto #sickfic #whump #kpop sickfic #kpop emeto #stray kids emeto #stray kids sickfic #hyunjin emeto

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gingerwarrior · 2 years

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IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER – by Erma Bombeck

(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, ‘Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.’ There would have been more ‘I love you’s’ More ‘I’m sorry’s.’

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute, look at it and really see it .. live it and never give it back. STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!

Don’t worry about who doesn’t like you, who has more, or who’s doing what Instead, let’s cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us. Amen!!!

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turtleandbuffalo · 7 months

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In the time we weren’t talking I’d wake up and think of something I’d wanted to tell him, then I’d remember he’s gone and we’re not even friends anymore. It was like that one John Mayer song “when you’re dreaming with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part”

I don’t think a lot of people know I was in an abusive relationship before. Mostly emotional abuse, sometimes physical abuse.

This weekend it occurred to me that my mom knew. You know, people watch movies or tv shows and ask “why don’t they just leave??” And it really isn’t that easy. In the beginning you don’t see it, you don’t recognize the signs. You see them through rose colored lenses, you think oh he doesn’t like a lot of people, but he likes me. That makes you feel so special. Then he wants you to spend more time with him, “you see your friends all the time” and you feel so adored because he wants to see you all the time. But then it’s not just friend time he cuts into. “You see your family all the time, why do we have to go to this too???” So you miss Easter, you miss 4th of July, you miss birthdays, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas. Then next thing you know you have no friends, your family stops inviting you to things because “what if she brings him?” You go home, sometimes it’s just doubts you go home with “does he still love me?” He makes you feel unlovable, “is he going to break up with me?” Other times it’s more than just the doubts, sometimes it’s with tears streaming down my face, I’d rush in to the house pretending I needed to pee so no one would like at my blotchy red face. Sometimes it’s be with a warm cheek from a smack across the face, other times it’d be a bruise in discrete places “oh I hit my leg on something at work” “I fell and hit my arm” “I tripped and hit my mouth on the counter”

It’s not easy leaving that sort of situation. I must have tried a dozen times before I really left. The last time I broke up with Andree was on Halloween night? Or I guess you could say early morning November 1st. We were in the middle of the street, I was trying to calm him down. I was begging him to lower his voice, he’d wake his neighbors. “Fuck you Kathleen” I was over it, being verbally attacked that evening, so I turned around and started walking back to my car. He yanked me by the hair so hard, so fast I went straight back and down. I was on my back, I’d hit my head, not too hard because he slightly broken my fall. He started to apologize, but with a comment about me walking away from him.

It was the worst timing, I got a text message from a guy from school. Instead of opening it, I swiped it away. Andree and i were talking, were we going to work it out?? But he saw me swipe the name to the side. “Why don’t you want to open it in front of me? Who is Michael?” “We’re talking, you know Michael. He’s from my elementary school, we’ve been friends forever” “ why is he texting you at 1:30 in the morning?” “God, idk he is always up at weird hours” and he snatched my phone “open it” “Andrew stop, give me my phone” he grabbed my hand to unlock my phone and we struggled he was so forceful. I think he sprained my thumb that night. Andree, Andrew, he was funny and goofy and nerdy and loved basketball. Sometimes I think he’s always going to have a piece of my heart no matter how much I fucking hate him.

That’s it with my…. Trip down memory lane….

I didn’t just suddenly think of this, my mom and cousins asked what had happened when he visited me at the hospital when I was sick, but I guess that’s another dramatic story. I was just… idk thinking about him tonight. I wonder if he changed for someone else..

I’m empty and completely worthless

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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Do you have any bananas in your house right now? I don’t think so. We’ll have them sometimes as my sister likes bananas, but not at the moment I’m pretty sure. Which overrated tattoo are you sick of seeing? I find that people my age actually have unique tattoo designs across the board, which is cool and refreshing to see every time...but I guess I am a liiiittle tired of seeing the minimalist line tattoo type. It’d be awesome to see bolder and more colorful tattoos. Is it easy to distract you? Definitely not when at work, but otherwise yeah. My sister in particular finds it hilarious how I can easily jump from one topic to another.

Do you prefer to drink from glasses or mugs? Mugs. Feels ever so slightly fancier.

What was the last thing you taught a younger kid? I can’t even remember the last time I was around one. Kids scare me because I never know what type I’m gonna get hahaha. Are they gonna be rude with their replies? Will they ask me how babies are made?

Are the clocks in your house mostly digital or analog? Analog.

How long have you had your television(s)? This one in my room has been around for 15 years and still works like a beauty. It was previously in the living room but after we got a few new TVs, this one got transferred to my room.

Do you like watching movies made with CGI or do you prefer hand-drawn ones? I don’t have much of an opinion (or knowledge, even) on this.

Where did your parents buy their car(s)? The Santa Fe was bought from a Hyundai...store? distributor? (what even do you call the branches?) itself. My Mirage is secondhand but I have no clue from whom it was gotten. Do you know why your grandparents chose your mother’s name? I actually don’t have a clue. My grandma is VEry religious though so that had to have played a hand.

What is your favourite kind of soup? Cream of mushroom is the BEST kind and it’d be hard to convince me otherwise. Miso tastes fantastic too.

Have you ever made your own musical instrument? No.

What do you think of Leighton Meester’s singing voice? Did her singing career ever take off...? I remember really liking Good Girls Go Bad but it seems as though none of her other songs ever took off as much as that one did. Anyway, her voice is fine at least for that song; wouldn’t know how to speak for the others if any.

Do you think you’d do well at teaching the English language to a foreigner? Probably not. I’m fluent in English, but it’d be hard for me to actually explain the different concepts. I just know how to speak the language lol.

Is it weird to hear your name in movies or TV shows? It kind of makes me jump, yeah. It’s a familiar name but not common, so it often surprises me hearing it outside of being called it myself.

Have you written a resume before, either for yourself or someone else? I’ve done my own resumé and I’ve helped others when they made theirs, but I’ve never done someone else’s entirely.

Did you know that they plan on releasing a movie based on The Smurfs? They did, back in like 2010 or something. I never understood the excitement, but you do you.

What is your favourite thing about snow? I’ve never seen it so I wouldn’t know.

Do you consider Lady GaGa’s appearance artistic, or just plain weird? Artistic. Never found it weird and the people who usually did (at least in my own experience) were the annoying religious people anyway.

What do you usually do when you have trouble sleeping? Reddit is the best weapon for something like this. Has my eyes feeling heavy in minutes.

Are you satisfied with your social life (or lack thereof)? Sure. I wish my friends could be more outgoing sometimes because I’d love to see them from time to time too lmao but I mean I love em all the same.

What TV show do you just assume you wouldn’t like? Law & Order and all of its 1,000,000 spinoffs.

Do your friends have more money than you? Probably.

Who always has the power to make you feel intimidated? Hm, probably Bea.

Do you have more bread or cheese in your house? Bread.

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god-whispers · 2 years

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oct 9

if i had my life to live over by erma bombeck

if i had my life to live over.......

i would have talked less and listened more.

i would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

i would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

i would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

i would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

i would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

i would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains.

i would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.

i would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

i would have gone to bed when i was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if i weren't there for the day.

i would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, i'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

when my kids kissed me impetuously, i would never have said, "later. now go get washed up for dinner."

there would have been more "i love you's"... more "i'm sorry's"

but mostly, given another shot at life, i would seize every minute ... look at it and really see it ... live it ... and never give it back.

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a few of the older people may remember erma bombeck from years back. that's what she had to say. would you like to know what i would say (me and the singer dallas holmes)? i consider every day not spent for my Lord is less than it could be.

if i had it to do all over again i’d serve Jesus everyday of my life for i’ve found he alone can really satisfy and deliver me from all sin and strife

yes, it’s Jesus, the only one Jesus, God’s only Son yes it’s Jesus that set my soul free and it’s Jesus Christ that’s coming back for me

so if you’re looking for life stop looking right now for it’s Jesus that can give life to you

you don't have to live your life over. you just need to know this is the first day of the rest of your life, and begin now to let Jesus be Lord. Jesus said, "truly, truly I say to you, unless a man is born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God." john 3:7 many people have a head knowledge of Jesus and even confess Him as Lord, but they never bother to go any further. there's no true repentance and turning from their familiar ways.

"not everyone who says to Me, 'Lord, Lord,’ shall enter the kingdom of heaven, but he who does the will of My Father who is in heaven. many will say to Me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in Your name, cast out demons in Your name, and done many wonderful works in Your name?' but then I will declare to them, ‘I never knew you. depart from Me, you who practice evil." matt 7:21-23 you must be born again!

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mountainsatellite · 2 years

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Thanks for the tag @farmboy1

Name: Rhymes with something only my mom, my aunt, and my grandma are allowed to call me.

Star sign:

Height: Uncomfortable on airplanes and smaller cars

Favorite Bands/Artists: Foo Fighters, Linkin Park, Brad Paisley, Judah and the Lion

Last movie: Molly’s Game, and I didn’t really want to. It was....uh...fine until the denouement in which Sorkin...Sorkined it up.

Last Show: Does the Stanley Cup Final count? Because WE FUCKING WON!

When did I create this blog: 2012. It was a weird time.

What I post: Shitposts, mostly. Some nice outsidey stuff.

Last thing I googled: star sign pun. For obvious reasons.

Other blogs: antilles-school-of-leadership so everyone here doesn’t get so sick of Star Wars

Do I get asks: Not very often

Following: 151, and I have to clean house every so often otherwise I’ll never leave. I have to hit the end of new posts on my dash otherwise I’ll never leave. I’m like this on twitter too, god help me.

Average hours of sleep: I need 7-8 but recently I’ve been getting 5-6 lol sob I am so tired

Instruments: I have a guitar and I’m shit at playing it. I should take lessons but I’m lazy

What I’m wearing: maroon leggings and a Minnesota Twins t-shirt because I wore my Avalanche jersey last game and we lost, and I couldn’t take the chance that the two were related.

Dream job: I like my job now a lot, so I don’t know. Writer? I’ve been writing stuff since I was little, maybe if I had endless money I could actually try to turn it into something.

Dream trip: I really, really want to go to Iceland. We flew Iceland Air to Switzerland a few years ago, and they had a channel on the seat-back TV that was just tourism propaganda and I tell you what it worked

Nationality: One of the ones that has to apologize when they’re abroad

Favorite songs: February Stars by the Foo Fighters, One Step Closer by Linkin Park, Ticks by Brad Paisley, Take It All Back by Judah and the Lion

Last book I’ve read: I’m currently reading The Rise and Fall of the Dinosaurs because I’m too exhausted for fiction.

Top 3 fictional universes i would live in: Not Star Wars. Too many wars. Now that I’m thinking about it most of the universes I read/watch are horrific and violent. Maybe the universe from A Long Way To A Small Angry Planet, the universe from Artemis by Andy Weir, and the universe from The Kaiju Preservation Society, as long as I get to know about the Kaiju.

Anyone else who wants to can tag themselves

#thanks farmboy1!

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